Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire

Chapter 156: Chapter 156: It’s Not Me

"Come here," he said coldly.

Su Qingnuan quickly walked over, lowering her head.

"Mr. Fu, I swear, I never mentioned this to Grandpa."

Fu Yihan remained silent, staring at her.

Her body was trembling, hands clenched tightly and hidden behind her.

Watching her quivering shoulders, Fu Yihan frowned slightly.

"Stand up straight."

The severe and icy tone made Su Qingnuan straighten her posture abruptly.

"What are you afraid of?" he asked.

Su Qingnuan shook her head hurriedly and replied softly, "I’m not... I just wanted to explain."

"Then explain," Fu Yihan said calmly, his gaze fixed on her, waiting patiently.

Her clenched fingers whitened, and Su Qingnuan paused before slowly speaking, "I was with you all day today, I didn’t spend any time alone with Grandpa. The matter about separating rooms wasn’t told to him by me."

"Hmm, go on."

She bit her lip lightly, glancing at Fu Yihan cautiously. Seeing his expressionless face, with no sign of anger, she continued, "In the past few days, I’ve been busy at the company and hardly had any chances to meet with Grandpa, let alone discuss this kind of thing."

When she stopped, Fu Yihan spoke evenly, "Finished?"

"...Yes."

He raised his eyelids and scrutinized Su Qingnuan.

Though seated, his bearing was anything but weak, giving an inexplicable sense of superiority.

"If you’re done, pack up and move over."

The level tone made it sound like an everyday matter.

"Huh?" Clear eyes rose abruptly, meeting his deep gaze.

In those eyes, she saw no hint of joking—only seriousness and solemnity.

"...Are you really asking me to move?" Su Qingnuan asked tentatively.

"Yes."

The firm reply carried no hesitation.

Since Fu Yihan didn’t object, it seemed the matter was already set in stone.

Su Qingnuan turned and walked toward the room.

At the doorway, she suddenly glanced back.

The man remained seated near the door, like a finely carved statue devoid of emotion—cold and unfeeling.

...Hopefully, I won’t be kicked off the bed tonight?

...

Back in her room, Su Qingnuan began packing her belongings unhurriedly.

It took her nearly an hour before she emerged with her things.

The outer room was empty—the uninvited guests had already left.

Only the faint light from Fu Yihan’s room broke the vast darkness of the house.

Taking a deep breath, Su Qingnuan carried her things over.

Fu Yihan was sitting at a small desk, his brows furrowed.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

Fu Yihan looked up.

Standing at the door was someone in pajamas, hair slightly messy, her delicate face wore a faint smile tinged with bitterness.

The bag in her hands was small and appeared nearly empty.

"Come in," he said, lowering his head again. "Put your clothes in the cabinet on the right. The top shelf has new bedding and pillows."

Hearing this, Su Qingnuan sighed in relief and quickly got to work.

Indeed, the bed in Fu Yihan’s room had been replaced with a new one. Compared to the previous two-meter-wide bed, this one was even larger. noveldrama

At a glance, it seemed impossible to find such width in a standard store.

"It’s custom-made."

Su Qingnuan froze and turned back, meeting his faintly amused gaze.

Evidently, her puzzled expression towards the bed had been too apparent—even Fu Yihan, who had been working, had noticed and chose to explain.

Lowering her head awkwardly, Su Qingnuan whispered, "How did the custom-made bed arrive so quickly?"

"Ha!" He scoffed coldly, lowering his head again. "He couldn’t wait for you to move here himself and went straight to the factory to oversee its production. How could it not be quick?"

Thinking about Grandpa’s constant urging, Su Qingnuan couldn’t help but offer a bitter smile.

It truly was Grandpa’s style.

After methodically organizing her things, Su Qingnuan stood awkwardly by the cabinet.

Noticing her stillness, Fu Yihan glanced over with mild curiosity.

"Why are you standing there? Not tired?"

Su Qingnuan shook her head. "Should I go outside and read?"

Frowning slightly, Fu Yihan turned off the desk lamp beside him. "I’m going to sleep."

"...Okay then."

While Su Qingnuan had been tidying up, Fu Yihan had already finished washing up. He was now in pajamas, his wheelchair positioned by the bed.

He remained motionless, his gaze fixed on her.

Noticing his movements, Su Qingnuan quickly walked over to support him as he stood.

He sat on the bed, and only then did Su Qingnuan carefully lift his legs, placing them down.

Seeing his legs suspended in mid-air, Su Qingnuan froze for a moment.

Normally hunched over in the wheelchair, Fu Yihan’s height went unnoticed. Even while standing, his posture was stooped, often relying on crutches.

Now lying down, his head rested on the pillow, but his legs hung in the air.

"...Mr. Fu." Su Qingnuan glanced at him hesitantly.

Following her gaze, Fu Yihan took one look before indifferently closing his eyes. "Sleep."

It was hard to imagine how tall this man was. A fleeting glance at his dangling legs prompted Su Qingnuan to silently move to the other side of the bed.

Despite its increased width, the bed’s length remained unchanged—no different from an ordinary one.

Lying on the opposite side, Su Qingnuan stretched her legs.

Curving her neck toward the foot of the bed, she glanced downward.

Although not short, her petite frame suddenly felt diminutive...

Seeing the considerable distance between her feet and the bed’s edge, Su Qingnuan silently curled up further, her head resting only slightly on the pillow.

"What are you doing?"

The irritated voice broke the silence.

Though each had their own blanket, sharing the same bed meant even the slightest movement from one person could disturb the other.

"Nothing..." Su Qingnuan straightened out immediately, not daring to move again.

In the darkness, the man seemed to turn his head, his glowing eyes scrutinizing her momentarily before looking away again.

Once his cold gaze disappeared, Su Qingnuan exhaled quietly, closing her eyes.

Beside her, steady breathing filled the air, one sound following the next.

Su Qingnuan blinked, struggling to ignore the rhythmic noise, only to stay wide awake till morning.

Fu Yihan hadn’t slept well either.

Used to solitude, sharing the bed made it hard to relax.

Unlike Su Qingnuan, whose eyes stayed open, Fu Yihan’s consciousness remained alert.

At dawn, Su Qingnuan finally gave in and sat upright.

Her movements caused the nearby man to roll over.

"...Mr. Fu?" Su Qingnuan called softly.

No response—he seemed to have merely shifted in half-sleep.

Keeping her movements light, Su Qingnuan crawled off the bed and left the room.

Unbeknownst to her, as the door closed shut, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

Clear and alert, devoid of drowsiness.

Fu Yihan stared at the empty space beside him for a long time before pushing himself upright.

...

"Ha..." Su Qingnuan stifled a yawn, tears welling in her tired eyes.

Dropping her hand, she met Grandpa’s warm, amused gaze.

"Qingnuan, did you sleep well last night?"